Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

my child – hoping

reach it, because

shouts, his hands still hard on my shoulders.

I think, is okay but… Dominic” He looks back over

the clearing behind the

to look at Roger’s face when he says my

see how grave his expression is…how

me. Like I’m

to follow his gaze, and I see two dark forms laying there,

other in the darkness. One covered in the

robes, the other…

as fast as I can go – but I can’t run now

the baby

and my instincts kick in, making

snarl, my teeth fully bared, already

mouth

and puts

speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to

me the baby

my poor

screaming to hold him close, to

go again…

more glance towards those forms in

his godfather. Roger will take

And without a word I take

Sinclair

blink my eyes open in the forest and wince

Fuck, I think, covering the top half of my face with my hands. Is it

morning?

I

remember going

wary, trying

I’m not even in my

Inside at all…

forest and down at the soft

my hands over the crisp

soft voice says, and I whip my head up to

woman standing in front of me. I blink, trying

got to be she can’t be

an angel?” I ask, my voice low with

smile I expect, instead bursting into

head and

down into my face. “You’ve been asleep for

Think about it – you know

“Am I…am I dead?”

smiles down at me, slowly shaking

questions, except

You’re just really, really

up at her. But

herself in my lap. My